{"id":340,"date":"2011-06-27T00:00:02","date_gmt":"2011-06-27T04:00:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=340"},"modified":"2011-06-27T00:00:02","modified_gmt":"2011-06-27T04:00:02","slug":"day-3-chapter-7-06","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=340","title":{"rendered":"Day 3 – Chapter 7 – 06"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhat were you and Kellin talking about?\u201d\u00a0 Thom asked as Marin moved the pile of finished blankets out of the way and settled down next to him, near the fire.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She shook her head a little.\u00a0 \u201cNothing important.\u00a0 She wanted to know how you were without asking you, for one.\u201d\u00a0 Marin grinned.\u00a0 \u201cI told her you were worrying yourself ragged.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I can\u2019t do anything else but think about shit.\u00a0 What do you want from me, Marin?<\/em>\u00a0 Thom frowned a little and set down the shears.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019ve got a head for logistics.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAmong other things,\u201d Marin said, smoothing a hand over the fleece spilling across his knees.\u00a0 \u201cI see we found something to occupy your hands, at least, and maybe your mind, too, since all of your fingers are still intact.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She looks tired.<\/em>\u00a0 He put his hand over hers and squeezed her fingers before letting go. \u00a0He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, drawing her tightly against his side.\u00a0 \u201cThink you could spend the rest of the afternoon helping me with all of this?\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cProbably not.\u201d\u00a0 She smiled wryly.\u00a0 \u201cMy legs kind of work.\u00a0 That means I get to wander around and do things, even if I\u2019m still sore.\u00a0 You, on the other hand, need to stay the hell off that ankle so it heals.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 At least a month, if not more, of doing nothing but sitting on my ass and being useless.\u00a0 Joy.\u00a0 That\u2019s not going to last.<\/em>\u00a0 Thom rubbed his eyes with his free hand.\u00a0 \u201cFor a few more days, anyway.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThom.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He squeezed her.\u00a0 \u201cDon\u2019t worry.\u00a0 I won\u2019t overdo it.\u201d\u00a0 At least not by my standards.<\/em>\u00a0 \u201cAnd I won\u2019t try to get farther than a couple dozen feet on my own until you guys get me some crutches.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She gave him a disapproving look, but he\u2019d expected as much.\u00a0 He smiled at her and squeezed her again.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cStop worrying so much,\u201d he murmured, letting the tip of his nose brush against her ear.\u00a0 She smelled like wood smoke and that shampoo she liked.\u00a0 His eyes slid closed for a moment.\u00a0 Can\u2019t lose her.<\/em>\u00a0 \u201cWorrying about me doesn\u2019t do any of us any good and all it\u2019s going to do is give you an ulcer.\u201d\u00a0 He kissed her ear gently before straightening again, ignoring the protests from his ribs.\u00a0 She doesn\u2019t need to know that they still hurt.\u00a0 The less she knows, the better.\u00a0 She\u2019ll worry less.<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She put her hand on his knee and sighed quietly.\u00a0 \u201cWe found horses.\u00a0 Did anyone tell you?\u00a0 Maybe cows, too.\u201d\u00a0 Marin squeezed his knee.\u00a0 \u201cDavon and Matt put the tent up a while ago.\u00a0 Rory\u2019s going to try to move the wood and bricks from the construction site on south campus, so we can maybe start building shelters.\u201d\u00a0 She smiled weakly.\u00a0 \u201cSo you might need to start drawing some sketches.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019ll need a sketchpad.\u00a0 Maybe graph paper.\u00a0 Pencils.\u00a0 Erasers.\u201d\u00a0 He grinned.\u00a0 \u201cAnything to get me away from this mountain of fleece.\u201d\u00a0 Been a long time since I sketched plans for anything.\u00a0 Been using computers for so long\u2026it\u2019ll be different to draft longhand.<\/em>\u00a0 He paused for a moment.\u00a0 She\u2019s trying to distract me from worrying about everything else\u2026and it might be working.\u00a0 It\u2019s something useful to be doing, anyway, that\u2019ll keep my hands and my brain busy.\u00a0 So she can stop worrying about me worrying.<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Marin grinned.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019ll talk to Tala and see what I can do about getting you off blanket duty.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thom nodded.\u00a0 \u201cThanks, Mar.\u00a0 It\u2019s not really that bad, it\u2019s just\u2026\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI know.\u00a0 You want to be useful and in your brain this doesn\u2019t qualify.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He turned at the sound of her footsteps, his pencil going still in his hand.\u00a0 \u201cI thought you were asleep,\u201d he said quietly.<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI was,\u201d she murmured, making her way over to him and resting her hands on his shoulders.\u00a0 \u201cNow I\u2019m not.\u00a0 What are you working on?\u201d<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNothing,\u201d he said, staring at the sketch in his lap.\u00a0 \u201cNothing important,\u201d he amended as he stared at what he\u2019d drawn, what he was planning.<\/em>\u00a0 I wanted it to be a surprise.\u00a0<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cShow me?\u201d<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He set the pencil down and handed her the sketchpad.\u00a0 It was simple, clean-lined, and well within his ability to make himself between combat training, hunting, and other duties around the village.\u00a0 He smiled a little nervously at her quiet gasp.<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cDo you like it?\u201d\u00a0 He murmured.<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s beautiful,\u201d she whispered.\u00a0 He stood up and slid his arms around her, leaning in to kiss her neck gently.\u00a0 Marin set down his plans for a baby\u2019s cradle and put her arms around him.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThom, you\u2019re hurting me.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He jumped a little, realizing that he\u2019d squeezed her even more tightly against his side, that his ribs were screaming at him and his knuckles had gone almost white where they gripped her arm.\u00a0 He loosened his grip immediately and took a deep breath, instantly regretting it.\u00a0 Christ.\u00a0 Ow.<\/em>\u00a0 \u201cSorry,\u201d he managed to mumble, staring hard at the fleece covering his knees.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAre you all right?\u201d\u00a0 He suppressed another wince at the concern in her voice.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m fine,\u201d he lied.\u00a0 \u201cJust moved my ankle funny, that\u2019s all.\u201d\u00a0 Shit.\u00a0 Shit, shit, shit.<\/em>\u00a0 \u201cThink you could track down Jac or Leah to have a look?\u201d\u00a0 Of course, they\u2019ll come, look, see the bruising and the swelling and remind me to stay the hell off of it, but they\u2019ll tell me I didn\u2019t do anything to it.\u00a0 But that\u2019ll at least keep Marin from knowing I keep having these waking dream-nightmare things.<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 That\u2019s all they are.\u00a0 Nothing more than that.<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOkay,\u201d she said softly.\u00a0 She squeezed his knee and stood up, leaving him there.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thom stared at his knees and slowly exhaled.\u00a0 His ribs ached, right along with his heart.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 They have to be dreams.\u00a0 Nightmares.\u00a0 Because if they\u2019re not, I might lose her.\u00a0 And I can\u2019t stomach that.<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThom?\u00a0 You okay?\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thom looked up toward Jacqueline, who had a messenger bag slung over one shoulder and a basket braced against her hip.\u00a0 He grimaced.\u00a0 \u201cWhy does everyone keep asking me that?\u00a0 I\u2019m fine, I just moved my ankle wrong.\u201d\u00a0 He frowned.\u00a0 \u201cWhat\u2019s with the basket?\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Jacqueline shook her head a little.\u00a0 \u201cJ.T. found a cat and her kittens.\u00a0 I\u2019ve got custody of them for the time being.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Talk about the last person I\u2019d expect to bring back pets.<\/em>\u00a0 Thom shook his head.\u00a0 \u201cHe still around?\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cHe and Jack and a couple others hiked back to the store.\u201d\u00a0 She set down the basket and her bag, then knelt next to him.\u00a0 \u201cDoes it hurt?\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNot as bad as it did a couple days ago.\u201d\u00a0 Thom shifted uncomfortably.\u00a0 \u201cRibs are still really sore, but don\u2019t tell Marin that.\u201d\u00a0 He gingerly rubbed at his side, the side that hurt less.\u00a0 \u201cShe can\u2019t do anything about it.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Jacqueline carefully unwrapped his ankle.\u00a0 \u201cAnd you don\u2019t want her to worry.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 At least someone understands that.<\/em>\u00a0 \u201cExactly.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She nodded slightly, fingers cold against the warm, bruised flesh of his ankle.\u00a0 \u201cShe loves you.\u00a0 Still.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI know.\u201d\u00a0 Thom looked past her toward Marin, who was having an animated discussion with someone he assumed was one of her former coworkers.\u00a0 He couldn\u2019t hear what they were saying\u2014they were too far away.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cDon\u2019t push her away again, Thom.\u201d\u00a0 Jacqueline\u2019s fingers sent a slight tingle through his ankle before she started to rewrap it.\u00a0 \u201cYou need her.\u00a0 Probably more than she needs you.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I know that.\u00a0 But I have to do what I have to do to keep her safe.\u00a0 To keep her <\/em>breathing.\u00a0 <\/em>Thom stared at the fire.\u00a0 \u201cGet some more wood. We\u2019ll need it before we start cooking dinner.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Jacqueline whacked him in the knee.\u00a0 \u201cStay off your ankle.\u00a0 Try not to move it too much, either.\u201d\u00a0 She shifted, moving from his feet to his side.\u00a0 \u201cNeed me to look at your ribs?\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He shook his head.\u00a0 Either they\u2019ll heal, or they\u2019ll kill me.\u00a0 Either way, nothing you can do.<\/em>\u00a0 \u201cOnly thing you can do is tell me to take drugs and sleep, Jac.\u00a0 I\u2019m not going to do either right now.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWrong there.\u201d\u00a0 Jacqueline dug into her bag and shoved a vial of pills into his hand.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re taking two if I have to cram them down your throat.\u00a0 It won\u2019t do much for keeping you parked in one spot, but at least you won\u2019t be a total grump.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re a pain in the ass when you\u2019re hurt, you know that?\u201d<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thom tried to suppress another wince, tried to ignore the feeling of her needle passing through his flesh, the tug of thread against the edges of the deep slash.\u00a0 \u201cAt least no one was killed,\u201d he muttered.<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNo, just you almost.\u00a0 Again.\u00a0 I swear, Thom, one of these days your luck\u2019s going to run out and then where the hell are the rest of us going to be?\u201d<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cBereft but better rested, maybe,\u201d he said.<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cDon\u2019t be flippant.\u00a0 I\u2019m serious.\u201d<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thom tried not to groan.\u00a0 \u201cGo have some sex, Jac.\u00a0 It lightens you up.\u201d<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He never saw the right hook coming.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thom snapped out of his fugue to find himself sprawled out, flat on his back, ribs aching with Jacqueline and Marin bent over him.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThom?\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m okay,\u201d he mumbled, trying to wave them both off.\u00a0 Marin was staring at him, and for the first time in three days, there wasn\u2019t worry in her gaze, but dread.\u00a0 He stared back up at her.\u00a0 They\u2019re not real, Mar.\u00a0 They can\u2019t be.\u00a0 Just\u2026shared delusions.\u00a0 Our imaginations.<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I can\u2019t lose you.\u00a0 God.\u00a0 I can\u2019t.<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhat happened?\u201d\u00a0 Jacqueline asked, trying to check his pupils with a penlight she\u2019d pulled out of somewhere.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thom was staring at Marin.\u00a0 Just a nightmare.<\/em>\u00a0 \u201cNothing,\u201d he lied.\u00a0 \u201cJust tired, that\u2019s all.\u00a0 Got a little dizzy.\u00a0 Haven\u2019t been sleeping well.\u00a0 Too achy.\u201d\u00a0 He closed his eyes as Marin turned and stormed away.\u00a0 Don\u2019t look at me like that, Marin.\u00a0 I\u2019m not betraying you.\u00a0 They\u2019re nothing but nightmares.\u00a0 Nothing <\/em>real.<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The look on her face was real enough, though.\u00a0 The look of betrayal and hurt in her eyes was still there before him, even though his eyes were closed.\u00a0 He swallowed hard as Jacqueline helped him sit up.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cMaybe I\u2019ll take your advice,\u201d he murmured, rubbing a hand over his eyes.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAbout not screwing things up and pushing her away again?\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Might have already done that.\u00a0 Screwed things up.\u00a0 But what else can I do?<\/em>\u00a0 He shook his head.\u00a0 \u201cGive me the pills and help me to bed.\u00a0 I think I\u2019m going to snag a nap.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Jacqueline hesitated, then nodded.\u00a0 \u201cAll right.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Even though he tried not to, Thom cast a glance toward Marin as Jacqueline helped him up.\u00a0 She never looked back.\u00a0 He felt a stab of guilt and tried to shake it off.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She was wrong, after all, and he was right.\u00a0 That was the way it had to be, for both of their sakes.<\/p>\n

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